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2. Song—O Tibbie I hae seen the day

 Chor.—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
 Ye wadna been sae shy;
For laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
 But, trowth, I care na by.


YESTREEN I met you on the moor,
Ye spak na, but gaed by like stour;
Ye geck at me because I’m poor,
 But fient a hair care I.
 O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.


When coming hame on Sunday last,
Upon the road as I cam past,
Ye snufft and ga’e your head a cast—
 But trowth I care’t na by.
 O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.


I doubt na, lass, but ye may think,
Because ye hae the name o’ clink,
That ye can please me at a wink,
 Whene’er ye like to try.
 O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.


But sorrow tak’ him that’s sae mean,
Altho’ his pouch o’ coin were clean,
Wha follows ony saucy quean,
 That looks sae proud and high.
 O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.


Altho’ a lad were e’er sae smart,
If that he want the yellow dirt,
Ye’ll cast your head anither airt,
 And answer him fu’ dry.
 O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.


But, if he hae the name o’ gear,
Ye’ll fasten to him like a brier,
Tho’ hardly he, for sense or lear,
 Be better than the kye.
 O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.


But, Tibbie, lass, tak’ my advice:
Your daddie’s gear maks you sae nice;
The deil a ane wad speir your price,
 Were ye as poor as I.
 O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.


There lives a lass beside yon park,
I’d rather hae her in her sark,
Than you wi’ a’ your thousand mark;
 That gars you look sae high.
 O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.






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